Unknowingly, the mute carried Mu Ziyun and walked deeper, and the surrounding area had become much wider. The place he was standing at this moment was a wetland, with many white crystal stones standing on his head, and some blurry stones floating in the black water. s things.
Putting the unconscious Mu Ziyun gently on the ground, Mute immediately treated him before the monster arrived. Tianhemen may be short of something, but there are always more good medicines, and they are all high-quality, as can be seen from Zhang Qin's pills previously.
They possess the most complete pharmacological knowledge in Huzhou, and only their family knows it. Just like the Bailian Art of Arms, it has a must-have value. Therefore, if nothing unexpected happens, Tianhemen will continue to prosper and even exist. It’s longer than the Hundred Refining Weapon Path.
The medicines that the mute took out were raw bone water and Jiming Pills. Even in Tianhemen, only core figures like him could have them. Carefully docking Mu Ziyun's right leg to its original position, and then pouring raw bone water on the joint, the bruise on the skin began to disappear, the blood vessels recovered, and the bones and flesh were reconnected.
This was not easy at all. Before it was completed, Mu Ziyun screamed in pain. He squinted his eyes and pinched his nose, and grabbed the gravel beneath him. The pain of joining the leg was no less painful than breaking it. How could he stay awake? Very good.
After a full stick of incense, Mu Ziyun seemed to have spent a whole day and finally reached the end. The mute signaled him to stand up and told him with medicinal powder to put as much force on his right leg as possible to prevent the blood inside from flowing. There may be consequences.
Mu Ziyun did not dare to relax, and stood up unsteadily, leaning to the left at first, for fear of breaking his right leg again. Slowly, he felt that he could move his fingers on his right foot, and a numbness quickly came over him. , "Aaah!"
The mute supported him and pulled his right leg, and stamped the ground violently. After more than ten times, Mu Ziyun breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as he was completely healed, his leg came back again. Mu Ziyun jumped excitedly in front of the mute. Jumping around, there is nothing more satisfying than coming back from the brink of death.
The mute took out the Jiming Pill and told Mu Ziyun to take it. Mu Ziyun swallowed it and suddenly felt refreshed. He said in surprise: "This is alfalfa." The mute nodded. It was indeed made of alfalfa. , other sects only know how precious it is, but don’t know how to use it to its fullest potential.
"Thank you, you saved my life." Mu Ziyun said sincerely.
The mute sprinkled the medicine powder and condensed it into words: "I will repay you for rescuing me in Baoshan, and we will have nothing to do with each other from now on." After he was done, he was about to leave, but turned around halfway and said: "There is a monster looking for us. It's very mysterious." Immortal, be careful." Then he disappeared into the darkness.
"Alas" Mu Ziyun sighed softly, favors, favors again, there really is no friendship between sects, and the leaders of Qingfeng Mountain and Changke Sect did not realize this at the time. There is no constant friendship. Two independent people can do it, but if there are tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of people standing behind each person, it will be different.
So what can brothers do? This is not a question of who is good and who is bad. He believes that the children in Changke Zongyu will definitely think of Qingshan Mountain as the bad one. Of course, Qingshan Mountain is not a saint's portal, and there is no shortage of muddy water. , but from my own standpoint, I can’t say it’s bad.
If possible, he hopes to become friends with Dumb, Song Hua, Zhang Qin, Enquan, and even Zuo Zhiwei, the little matchmaker, and most of them will die in the fight until the end. This is not the result that everyone wants to see, but it is a pity that the trend of this era is There is no possibility of change, and everyone even hopes that he will die.
Mu Ziyun was right. The mute who saved him wanted to kill him more than once. None of the sects got the news, and there was no announcement within the Tianhe Sect. The mute was already the new head of the Tianhe Sect's Medicine Sect. It sounds incredible. For a leader who is less than twenty years old, this is unprecedented and even impossible.
But Ouyang Bai had already established Mute as his heir when he was still alive. No matter when he died, Mute must take over. The original mute was a disciple protected by his master. His greatest expectation was to compete with the other two Huzhou geniuses, Zuo Zhiwei and Mu Ziyun, and he did not want to have a grudge against the two. In this era, there was a comparable opponent. , much better than having a confidant.
But now, as the leader, Mute wants to protect the entire sect, and even the people of the entire Tianhe Sect. How can he tolerate hundreds of thousands of people being controlled by the Qingfeng Mountain Sect? Maturity comes after holding power.
With a heavy sigh, Mu Ziyun deepened his thoughts of going into seclusion. He didn't want to cause a war between the sects, and he didn't want to become a sinner, although his crimes could be listed.
Plop, a dragging sound came from behind. Looking back, the monster's forelimbs were thrown away and half of its hind limbs were amputated. It was twisting its body funny. After seeing Muziyun, it opened its upper and lower jaws to the limit and rushed towards Muziyun feverishly.
Mu Ziyun groaned in his throat. When the monster was a few feet away from him, he jumped up, raised his right leg, and slammed down with his heel to hit the monster's head. The monster's brain was already fragile, so At first the few good pieces of skin peeled off.
Yellow brain matter flowed into the eye sockets. The monster didn't matter. It was unconscious and could bite and tear as long as it could move.
Mu Ziyun thought about Zuo Zhiwei's methods and why both of them practiced Mahayana, so there was such a big difference in their skills. Thinking about it, Mu Ziyun took off his clothes and only wore shorts. He bent his fingers and exerted all his strength, from his toes to All the skin on his forehead turned red. Without the pressure of clothes, Mu Ziyun could better feel the changes in his body.
Maybe the temperature on the body was too high, and white air and squeaking sounds were constantly coming out. Mu Ziyun gritted his teeth and grinned back. Soon the white air covered him and kicked the attacking monster away. When he recovered, Mu Ziyun straightened his right hand and spun out a wave from his left hand. Strong wind.
Pushing it into the palm of his right hand, he then made a fist with his left hand and punched his right hand, continuing to smash the wind into the wind ball. The hissing and sharp sound became louder and louder, and the white crystal above his head shattered in the aura, and soon , Mu Ziyun reached the limit, but no cracks appeared in his body.
This time, he did not rush to throw the wind ball, but waited for the monster to pounce. The monster was indeed unconscious. After recovering, it rushed towards Mu Ziyun. Mu Ziyun waited and continued to accumulate strength under his feet.
When the monster was standing one foot away from him, he kicked off the ground. When he was a few feet away, the wind ball in his hand fell down. The explosion and Mu Ziyun's escape were almost completed at the same time. It was even more turbulent than in Baoshan. Here Deep in the cemetery, a huge sound spread through every corner of the darkness.
In a certain unknown space, a pair of eyes suddenly opened, his whole body was covered with dust, and there was a few hundred kilograms of stuff on his chest. That thing cut off all his energy. He didn't know how long he had been sleeping here and waiting. , finally, finally someone is coming.
At the skull site of the real tomb, Feng Jing and Hu Zi heard the sharp sound coming from the cracks in the rocks, and looked at each other. Feng Jing said worriedly, "Is this Ziyun?" Hu Zi nodded and said: "Sister, an hour has passed already, we should go out."
"No, Ziyun is still inside. Listen, isn't he still alive?" Feng Jing said anxiously.
Huzi's face was pale and he said tremblingly: "Sister, Liu Xiaoxiao and the others have all gone out. There is an illusion here. Please stay here for a long time. No." Before he finished speaking, Huzi slumped to the ground and Feng Jing hugged her with a cry. Huzi, yes, she has practiced magic for a long time and has the ability to resist illusions, but Huzi's body can no longer bear it.
Looking at the cracks in the stone again, she gritted her teeth. Feng Jing, a delicate person, desperately carried Hu Zi on her back and walked out step by step. Hu Zi couldn't move his hands or feet after thinking about it, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. . .
